I am out of tune
Violin the state I'm in
I've lived through many June's

I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I'm listening face down
Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell of bells
Or orchestrated swells

I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you

How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck

No trombone
Or gluekenspiel
Could ever feel
The way I feel tonight

Bom bom bom the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should cry

Classical guitar
Lover new - yes, you are!
Pan pipes save a life

No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong

Fat bassoon
Clears the room
But nothing now
can take away my gloom

Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fuss